"The next time, we'll shower together," she grinned, "and I'll show you what else we can do together." I'll look forward to it," I said, kissing her s...oulder as I dried her off.She was sitting on a stool she used when washing and drying herself. I wrapped the big, fluffy towel around her and held her close to me. It had been a long time since I'd felt as close to someone as I did Rose. While Christie and I had an intimate relationship, only with Diane did I have that feeling of oneness that I. Anyway, there I was, lying face down in the mud when something shiny catches my eye. It looks like a brass pot or urn, and it's covered with all kinds of engraving. Shit, maybe the thing is worth something, so I pick it up.There I was, standing there covered with mud and holding my fishing pole in one hand and that stupid urn in the other. I looked down at my self and thought, "God damn, I wish this mud was somewhere else." The next thing I know, my clothes are spotlessly clean. "Shit, how did. Like a complete slut. Besides, something he had said scared me. What exactly was “a man like me?” The sassy side of me leaped to the fore.“So you think a man your age has it in him to have a younger woman like me?” I asked sarcastically.Joe simply stared at me showing no emotion.“Don’t be fooled by what you see girl” Joe growled. “I would eat a woman like you for breakfast.”My heart was racing. I was on the defensive. I was pretty scared now that we had arrived at this point. The sassy in me. Every deep gouge, every tiny scratch, flared with pure agony."You ... fucking ... bitch!" Timora gasped between sobs. "Why did you make me do this?" The worst thing was that Emma was obviously as damaged and wounded as she was, but her bleeding gouges didn't seem to bother her at all.Emma dropped down on her knees and took Timora's head in her hands. "Pay attention to me!" she commanded. "Close your eyes!"Timora did as she was told, unable to keep her body from trembling with the pain that was.